I love it.
It's amazing.
Sitting with a warm cup of tea and the rain just pouring down close by.
A window. I can see everything, so close but so far away.
"Can you see it? "
"Yes. Yes I can. "
"It's wonderful, isn't it? "
"Yeah. It is. "
I could tell all he wanted to do was watch. That was all I wanted to do. Watch.
The rain was glorious. It was it's own being.
Thunder and lightning didn't bother us. Didn't bother me.
I was at home.
At least... I thought I was..
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(A/n) How's life? Bad? Yeah.. Same.
If your life is good then... I don't really know what to say...
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Mysterious
PoésieLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
